"children you can choose love or hate. i choose love" - johnny cash
"daddy, in my own universe of choices, i also choose love. and rhythm." - roseanne cash
i caved & got a library card at school simply because i needed to check out this book that was made by the editors of rolling stone magazine after johnny cash's death. i'm almost positive it's out of print because i've never seen anything close to it at work, or in the computer system. i've only read the first 50 or so pages but the introduction (written by roseanne cash) is one of the most breath taking things i've ever read.
daddy himself was a tremendous energy source, a radiant center of love in our lives. his heart was so expansive and his mind so finely tuned that he could contain both darkness and light, love and trouble, fear and faith, wholeness and shatteredness, old-school and postmodern, the sacred and the silly, God and the Void.
he was a baptist with the soul of a mystic.
he was a poet who worked in the dirt.
he was an enlightened being who was wracked with the suffering of addiction and grief.
he was real, whole and more alive to the subtleties of this world and the worlds beyond than anyone i have ever known or heard of.
he was the stuff of dreams, and the living cornerstone of our lives.
that writing is the stuff of my dreams, and johnny cash is now OFFICIALLY my hero for producing and inspiring a person that can write like that.
i'm sorry. but sometimes strange things knock the wind out of me.
i caved & got a library card at school simply because i needed to check out this book that was made by the editors of rolling stone magazine after johnny cash's death. i'm almost positive it's out of print because i've never seen anything close to it at work, or in the computer system. i've only read the first 50 or so pages but the introduction (written by roseanne cash) is one of the most breath taking things i've ever read.
daddy himself was a tremendous energy source, a radiant center of love in our lives. his heart was so expansive and his mind so finely tuned that he could contain both darkness and light, love and trouble, fear and faith, wholeness and shatteredness, old-school and postmodern, the sacred and the silly, God and the Void.
he was a baptist with the soul of a mystic.
he was a poet who worked in the dirt.
he was an enlightened being who was wracked with the suffering of addiction and grief.
he was real, whole and more alive to the subtleties of this world and the worlds beyond than anyone i have ever known or heard of.
he was the stuff of dreams, and the living cornerstone of our lives.
that writing is the stuff of my dreams, and johnny cash is now OFFICIALLY my hero for producing and inspiring a person that can write like that.
i'm sorry. but sometimes strange things knock the wind out of me.